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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Blues Magoos 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.