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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 China Crisis to the jazz 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.