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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
cv313,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.