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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.