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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.