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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.