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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Clear Light to the disco 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.