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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.