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 Laos and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Visage,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.