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 Brazil and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vainqueur to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.