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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.