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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Can,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.