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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Fad Gadget to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.