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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.