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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
UT,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.