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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.