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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.