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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Smoke to the grime 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.