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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.