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 Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Can 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Television,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.