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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Smog,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.