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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.