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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Mummies to the grime 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Hoover,
The Move,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.