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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.