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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.