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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
the Normal,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.