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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Index,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.