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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Starr. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.