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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.