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 Nepal 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.