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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Divine Comedy to the grime 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.