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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.