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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 John Holt to the techno 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.