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 Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.