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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.