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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.