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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.