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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.