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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Görl to the dance 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.