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 Colombia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.