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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.