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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
China Crisis,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Gong,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.