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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.