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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Skaos 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.