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 Brunei 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Moody Blues to the punk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Television,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.