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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.