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 Cyprus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
MDC,
The Gories,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.