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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sonics 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
the Association,
Scion,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.