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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
John Holt,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.