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 Indonesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.