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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.