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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.