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 East Timor and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
June Days,
The Wake,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.