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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
June Days,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.