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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
The Human League,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.