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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
The Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Wire,
The Sound,
Can,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.