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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Q65,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.