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 Pakistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.