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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.