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 Congo and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Malaria! to the grunge 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.