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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.