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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Fluxion,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Wings,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
the Association,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.