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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monolake,
cv313,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.