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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Ossler,
10cc,
Aswad,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.