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 Palau and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
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.