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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.