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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Moebius to the rock 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.