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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Television,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.