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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 DNA to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.