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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.