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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.