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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
EPMD,
John Holt,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.