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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.