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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
The Fall,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.