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 Australia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.