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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
The Residents,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.