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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Television,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.