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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Make Up,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.