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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
DNA,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.