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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.