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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.