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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak 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?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.