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 Canada and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Can,
The Cure,
10cc,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.