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 Togo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.