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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.