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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The American Breed to the grime 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.