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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket 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?
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.