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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.