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 Sudan and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.