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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Wings,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.