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 Jordan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the crunk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.