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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.