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 Kiribati and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Move to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.