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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
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.