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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Black Moon to the rap 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.