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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grunge 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz 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 Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.