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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Remains to the grunge 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.