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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.