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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Crime,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.