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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.