Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.