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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Au Pairs to the techno 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.