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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.