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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.