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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fifty Foot Hose 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.