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 Mali and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.