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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the jazz 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Quantec,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deakin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.