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 Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.