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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
ABC,
The Index,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Jacob Miller,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Scion,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.