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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.