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 Australia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.