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 Mali and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 organ 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.