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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus to the punk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.