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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
MDC,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.