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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.