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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
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.