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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the rock 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.