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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Echospace to the jazz 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.