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 Egypt and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.