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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.