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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Index,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.