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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.