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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.