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 Ecuador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.