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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.