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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.