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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
World's Most,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.