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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.