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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Scion,
Zapp,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.