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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 harpsichord 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 Ossler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.