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 Sudan and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Matthew Bourne to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.