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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 synthesizer 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 Groovy Waters to the techno 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.