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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Neil Young to the dance 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.