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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.