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 Bahamas and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.