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 Mexico and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
ABC,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.