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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.