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 Nauru and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.