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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.