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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Gong,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.