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 Iraq and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.