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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Althea and Donna to the rap 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.