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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.