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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Ludus,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.