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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
James White and The Blacks,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.