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 Poland 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.