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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the dance 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.