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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.