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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.