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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.