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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 New Order to the techno 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.