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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.