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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Magma,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.