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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.