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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Masters at Work to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.