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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the grunge 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.