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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.