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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.