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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Pere Ubu to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
John Foxx,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.