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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
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 Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.