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 Iceland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Brick to the dance 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.