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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
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,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.