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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Index,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.