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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.