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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the punk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.