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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.