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 Estonia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.