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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Ultravox to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.