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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.