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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Star Department 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.