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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.