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 Malta and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.