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 Nepal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Monolake,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.