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 Guyana and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
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.