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 Japan 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hashim 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.