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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dead Boys to the grunge 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.