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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.