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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the jazz 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.