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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Joyce Sims to the dance 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.