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 Paraguay and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.