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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.