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 Algeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.