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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Aswad to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.