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 Burundi 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Cymande,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.