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 Latvia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 The Star Department to the jazz 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Organ,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
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.