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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Unrelated Segments to the techno 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.