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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.