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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.