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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.