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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.