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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.