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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Organ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.