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 New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.