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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
The Remains,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.