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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.