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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.