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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
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.