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 Mexico and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.