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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.