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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Aural Exciters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
CMW,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.