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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.