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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.