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 Botswana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.