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 Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Average White Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.