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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Pole,
Pagans,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.