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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.