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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.