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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
The Index,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.