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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.