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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Can,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.