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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Q65,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.