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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ludus 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 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Dark Day,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.