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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.