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 Philippines and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Scion to the crunk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.