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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.