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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.