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 Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.