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 Australia and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
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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.