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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Index,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.