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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.