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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.