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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the funk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.