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 Israel and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.