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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.