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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.