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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.