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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 The Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.