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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Magma,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.