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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.