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 Ireland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.