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 Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.