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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Techniques to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.