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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Franke,
Brick,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.