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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.