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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.