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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Jacques Brel to the punk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.