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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Brick,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.