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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.