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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
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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.