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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.