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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
UT,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
The Gap Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.