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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.