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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.