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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.