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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.