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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Ronan,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.