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 Korea South and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.