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 Israel and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.