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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.