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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Move to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.