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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 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 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 The Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
PIL,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.