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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Swans,
Rekid,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.