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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Aural Exciters 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.