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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.