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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Audionom,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.