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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Massinfluence to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.