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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.