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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.