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 Mozambique and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Smog,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.