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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.