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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.