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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.