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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.