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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.