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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode 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?
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.