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 Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selecter to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Scion,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.