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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.