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 United States and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.