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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Excepter,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.