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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.