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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 The Slits to the punk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.