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 Estonia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobby Womack to the funk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.