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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Marc Almond to the grunge 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.