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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.