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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.