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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.