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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 LL Cool J to the techno 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Television,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.