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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Franke,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.