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 Tunisia and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cymande 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
the Association,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.