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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.