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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
PIL,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.