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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.