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 Portugal and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the grime 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.