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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fortunes to the rap 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
UT,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.