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 East Timor 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.