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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.