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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the punk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A 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?
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Japan,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.