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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Albert Ayler to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.