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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.