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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Busters to the dance 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.