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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.