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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the grime 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.