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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
The Residents,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.