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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.