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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Monolake,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
John Holt,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.