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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.