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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the jazz 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
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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.