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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
AZ,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.