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 Togo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound 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?
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.