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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Chris & Cosey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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?
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.