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 Cuba and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Neil Young to the grime 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Technova,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.