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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.