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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Mars,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.