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 Maldives and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
New Order,
PIL,
Erasure,
CMW,
June of 44,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.