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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.