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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth 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?
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Mantronix,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.