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 Canada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.