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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the jazz 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Yazoo,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.