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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.