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 Belgium and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 güiro 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.