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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Divine Comedy 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.