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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Crime,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.