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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Invisible to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.