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 Liberia and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.