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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.