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 Costa Rica 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.