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 Bahamas and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.