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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 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 Pole to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.