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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Visage to the funk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.