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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The J.B.'s to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.