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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
New Order,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Ituana,
CMW,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.