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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.