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 India and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.