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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.