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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.