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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 MDC to the funk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.