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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Infiniti to the crunk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.