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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.