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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the disco 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Pole,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.