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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Skatalites to the grime 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.