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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.