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 Tunisia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.