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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.