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 Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.