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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.