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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the punk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.