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 Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Slave to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.