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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.