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 Kiribati and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.