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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.