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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.