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 France and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toasters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.