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 China and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 oboe 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.