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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.