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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.