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 Zimbabwe 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Suburban Knight to the rock 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.