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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.