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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.