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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.