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 Egypt and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Liliput,
The Sound,
MDC,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.