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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.