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 Poland 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Swans to the techno 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.