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 Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.