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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Moody Blues to the techno 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Organ,
CMW,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.