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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fat Boys to the jazz 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.