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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.