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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.