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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.