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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.