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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.