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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.