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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.