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 Venezuela and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.