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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.