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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the punk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
June Days,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.