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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.