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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.