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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.