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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.