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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.