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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.