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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Slave,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.