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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.