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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Warren Ellis to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.