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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.