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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fugs to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.