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 Serbia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the grunge 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.