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 Singapore and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.