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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.