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 Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
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 harpsichord 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.