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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.