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 Croatia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Kayak,
a-ha,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.