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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.