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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the crunk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.