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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.