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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.