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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 The Moleskins to the grunge 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.