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 Mexico and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.