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 Vietnam 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '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 Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Graham Central Station,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.