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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Index,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & 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.