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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.