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 El Salvador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Technova,
Yaz,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.