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 Oman 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Scion to the punk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.