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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy 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.