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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.