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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gregory Isaacs 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.