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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Index,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.