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 Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.