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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.