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 Madagascar and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Shoche to the funk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.