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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
New Order,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.