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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 David Bowie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.