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 Chile and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 oboe 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 The Buckinghams to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.