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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
DNA,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.