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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.