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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 oboe 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 Clear Light to the funk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.