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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.