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 Norway and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.