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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.