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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.