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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.