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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Maurizio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.