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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lakeside to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
David Axelrod,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.