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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Patti Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Wings,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
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.