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 Singapore and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.