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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Das Ding to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.