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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.