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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.