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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.