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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.