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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.