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 East Timor and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.