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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.