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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Skriet to the disco 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.