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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
The Evens,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.