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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.