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 Slovakia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Fear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.