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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.