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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
CMW,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.