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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.