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 Barbados and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 In Retrospect to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.