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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.