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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.