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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.