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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pole,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.