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 Panama and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Walker Brothers to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.