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 London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.