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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.