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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.