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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 D'Angelo to the punk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.