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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Von Mondo to the grunge 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.