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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Theoretical Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.