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 Malawi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Amazonics to the crunk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.