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 Portugal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.