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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.