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 Dominica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Lakeside,
X-102,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.