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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Lyres,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.