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 Switzerland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Brick,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.