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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Altered Images to the funk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.