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 Albania and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.