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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
ABC,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.