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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Brick,
The Move,
Qualms,
UT,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.