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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.