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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Mars,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
DNA,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.