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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Josef K,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.