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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.