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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.