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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim to the electroclash 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.