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 Belize and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the crunk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Monks,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
CMW,
World's Most,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.