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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.