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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.