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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.