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 Guinea 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.