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 Benin and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.