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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.