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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk 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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.