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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Index,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.