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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Technova,
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.