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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.