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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.