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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Leaves to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Mars,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.