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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Excepter,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.