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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Cluster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.