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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the funk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.