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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.