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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.