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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.