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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.