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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 Delhi and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.