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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.