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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
The Doors,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Wings,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.