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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.