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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.