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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
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.