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 Ireland 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Index,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.