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 Austria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.