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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Scion,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.