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 Rwanda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.