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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the punk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.