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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.