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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef 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?
AZ,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.