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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the funk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
DNA,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Association,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.