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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.