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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.