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 Greece and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 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 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 Fluxion to the jazz 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.