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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.