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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.