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 Montenegro 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the techno 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.