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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.