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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.