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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.