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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.