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 Australia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.