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 Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the rap 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.