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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Organ,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.