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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.