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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 guitar 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 Jeff Mills to the grime 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.