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 Qatar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Masters at Work,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.