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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Radiohead to the disco 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Qualms,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.