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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.