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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
10cc,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.