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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Rekid,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.